- Shalini Devi
The Falling Leaves
The falling leaves they touch my soul
To where they blow, none shall know
With grace and beauty they glide and twirl
Creating a carefree path that swirls
Through the imagination with delight
Having borne witness to such a beautiful sight
And though they may seem but hapless wanderers
Do not be fooled by these brave adventurers
Although their paths may seem this way and that
This is only meant to distract
Each flutter is made with purposeful strokes
Unveiling a clear path as time unfolds
And so if the falling leaves cross your path
Know they invite you to join their dance
Abandon the fixation of your believed destination
And let the winds of purpose move you
Let the gusts of passion spin, flip and twirl you
Like the beautiful leaves on their journey so true
Listen, the leaves are calling to you
